Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Margaret Daley, and her characters from Love Gone to the Dogs, book one Second Chances. It’s a fantastic romantic comedy with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Leah, the heroine from Love Gone to the Dogs.
Leah, did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book? No, I’ve been too busy raising two rambunctious kids and taking care of my gramps. All three are a handful.
What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance? Now when I look back on this scene, I think it was funny—the time the patrol officer caught Shane and me at the favorite teenage make out location in town. But at the time I was mortified.
Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams? Of course, because I was trying to get my way. I didn’t want Shane to win all our “battles.”
What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere? I love to relax in a bubble bath, which doesn’t seem to happen a lot. My youngest son is a genius and gets into so much trouble, figuring out how things work.
Do you like the way the book ended? Oh, most definitely, after all it is a romance.
Do have any secret aspirations that your author doesn’t know about? I would love to have another child—a girl.
What do you do for a living? I write children’s books.
What is your greatest fear? One of my children, especially my youngest, hurting himself. He fears nothing and he’s way too curious like Gramps, who fancy himself an inventor.
What do you think is your strongest attribute? My love for my children and grandfather
What are you proudest of? My two sons, one athletic while the other is studious (a geek)
What embarrasses you? Being asked “politely” to leave a town because my family is a menace to the place.
Have you ever gone alone to either dinner or a movie? What about a vacation? No, to a vacation because I haven’t gone on a vacation. I’m barely making ends meet.
What’s your favorite animal? I should say a beagle since our pet is one, but there are times I want to pull my hair out. Arnold is a handful. He thinks he’s the Don Juan of the neighborhood.
comes to his job and two sons, one a rambunctious genius. But it is her free spirited beagle who gets her into trouble with her new neighbor, Dr. Shane O’Grady, when her dog makes a move on his champion bichon that he wants to breed.
Leah and Shane clash over their dogs that clearly like each other. Leah is determined to ignore her neighbor, but when her youngest son who tries to defy gravity and fly ends up hurt, it is her neighbor, the doctor, who takes care of her son. Can Leah and Shane find love or has love gone to the dogs?
When Leah Taylor heard the pounding on her front door at seven o’clock in the morning, she jumped, nearly sloshing her coffee all over her hand. Did burglars now announce themselves before stealing a person blind? No one else in his right mind would be out visiting at this time. Carefully, so as not to spill the hot brew, she placed the mug on the kitchen counter and made her way toward the insistent pounding that she was sure was waking up the whole neighborhood.
She peered out a narrow slit in her mini blind and saw an enraged, huge man standing on her front porch with a shredded newspaper in one hand. The other was clenched at his side. He wore practically nothing except a pair of jean shorts. He stepped back and glanced around, clearly not happy that no one had answered his summons.
Backing away from the window next to her door, Leah nervously chewed the end of one of her acrylic nails. The man looked familiar. She was sure she had seen him in the yard across the street. He had to be a neighbor. But why was he welcoming her to the neighborhood at such an early hour, and with an angry expression on his face? She had been here only a few days, and her family hadn’t done anything yet to upset the delicate balance of this small town. Or had they? She thought back over the past few days of almost nonstop unpacking. She had been too tired to even venture from the house much, and the same went for the rest of her family—she hoped.
When the pounding started again, she was so surprised by the sound that she bit through the end of her new acrylic nail. Well, now he was making her mad. Without thinking, she yanked open the front door and prepared to confront the man who had the nerve to pay her a call at seven o’clock in the morning.
“Look what you made me do!” Leah held up her hand. “I’ve tried everything to grow my own nails long, and nothing’s worked. I finally decide to get fake ones—that I might, by the way, tell you cost me forty dollars—and look what your pounding has done. They haven’t even lasted one week.” She blew out a deep breath, then brushed her bangs away from her face in frustration.
His dark eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He started to say something, but decided instead to allow his gaze to trek downward slowly—way too slowly for Leah’s peace of mind. A blush leaped into her cheeks as she remembered her skimpy attire. She controlled the strong urge to try to stretch her large, white T-shirt until it covered more than the tops of her thighs. When his survey stopped at her bare feet, her toes wiggled as if they had a will of their own.
She felt practically naked under his intense look. While he was staring at her, she began at his bare feet, which were braced apart in a stance that conveyed his anger, not one toe wiggling. Her gaze traveled upward over long legs that probably belonged to a runner, to narrow hips that the jean material hugged nicely. She paused ever so slightly at the washboard ripples in his flat stomach and came to the decision that the man worked out religiously, something she religiously tried to avoid. Her impression of his being an exercise freak was confirmed when her gaze skimmed over a broad chest, wide shoulders, and arms with taut muscles bulging as he held them rigid at his sides. Bod of steel, she thought, realizing her impulsive inspection had done nothing to cool the heat in her cheeks.
That realization was utmost in her mind until her gaze came to rest on his face—not poster boy handsome, but rugged and very masculine. Then she noticed his eyes, dark as chocolate, growing rounder as he took in her features. Oh, no! All traces of the heat from her blush left her cheeks. Why hadn’t she remembered that she had forgotten to remove yesterday’s makeup, when she had fallen exhausted into bed, and that her short hair lay at odd angles all over her head as it did every morning? Realizing she looked like Rocky the Raccoon having a bad hair day, Leah stepped behind the front door, gripped its edge, and peered around it to carry on the rest of the conversation, trying to hide as much as possible from view. Too bad she didn’t have a sack to put over her head.
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Margaret Daley, an award-winning author of eighty-seven books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household.
As a special treat Margaret is giving away one ebook copy (Amazon) of Love Gone to the Dogs, book one Second Chances. Be sure to leave your EMAIL address and Margaret can contact the winner.
Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!